Shifting Stuff
Oct. 17th, 2010 11:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphiloThe guy who works the weekend shift at the storeage facility has a nice job. When we arrived this morning the place was shut up. He was a half hour into his shift and had just popped out to buy some milk at the corner shop. We were the first people to sign in. I'll bet he goes some Sundays with no traffic at all.
The metal box we've hired is beginning to look like home, but we seem hardly to have dented the accumulation of stuff we need to shift. How on earth did I ever come to own so many books?
There's a big roofed space that'll hold a couple of vehicles- perhaps three. You raise the metal shutters and drive in and load your gear onto a flat-bed trolley with front wheel drive. To get to the corridor that holds our box I have to pass through a solid wooden door that slams behind me with a sound like a gangland hit. I take care to close it very gently.
The metal box we've hired is beginning to look like home, but we seem hardly to have dented the accumulation of stuff we need to shift. How on earth did I ever come to own so many books?
There's a big roofed space that'll hold a couple of vehicles- perhaps three. You raise the metal shutters and drive in and load your gear onto a flat-bed trolley with front wheel drive. To get to the corridor that holds our box I have to pass through a solid wooden door that slams behind me with a sound like a gangland hit. I take care to close it very gently.
